The church asked us to bring a family picture. Four members not three. Sigh.
Also, this church is wonderful. We chose it because they want to work with us on inclusion for Cooper. And trust me, we’ve looked at a lot of churches. I say this because sometimes I feel like people want to be angry at someone or something over inclusion. This isn’t anyone’s fault. Cooper simply can’t go. He’s not able too. It’s okay for that to be the answer sometimes.
I’ve also thought of every way we could make it so he could go. He can’t. Please don’t suggest anything.
For a few minutes I’m going to sit here and be bummed. I’m going to drink coffee and jump in that rabbit hole where I wonder if it’s always going to be this hard. Will I be getting a babysitter when he’s 15 and 30? I let myself do this because it’s healthy. Think about reality sometimes.
And then, I’m going to switch it off and be thankful. Thankful for an uncle that will watch his nephew. Thankful that Jamie, Sawyer and I are able to share Cooper and severe autism with the world. And educate, advocate and keep him relevant in a world that he’s not ready to be a part of yet. Thankful for ABA and therapists that have helped us so much already and want to continue to help.
And thankful that I have hope that someday, maybe, just maybe, he will be able to join the community.
And I’m going to get up, get ready, and smile. Like I always do. And choose hope.
Photo Credit: Kacie K Photography